Feeling less than my ordinary selfI guess I must be getting olderThe fog already heavy on my mindevokes a time that's turning colderAt breakfast the effect is picturesqueThe window opens up and lets inThe santa ana winds again

She's a silent love songNever stays longDoes not belong to any personThough she's opening the curtains in my headShe's a kind of quietAnd always hides it in a flameShe's certainly a hurricane

Strange how such a gust of gentile breezecan ravage hearts across californiaYou start to grow accustomed to her turn aroundShe's gone of course she warned yaShe sometimes passes in a single nightAnd other times she lasts the weekend

She's a silent love songNever stays longDoes not belong to any personThough she's opening the curtains in my headShe's a kind of quietAnd always means just what she saysShe's certainly a hurricane in bed

And tangles up inside and under coversAngled in her way seen as a struggleBut two lovers we're always in the endAnd the santa ana winds again

I've been stealing heartsWhere I don't belong(she's a silent love song)I'm breathing hard (does not belong to any person)When you come on strong (like a hurricane)The more I love(you never have to say you're sorry)The less I know (anna don't cry)